a question for you.”
“ And I have an answer for you. Shoot.”
Catlin was getting ready to ask Steve about his being married, when Frank Turner walked up.
“Good evening, all! Isn’t this game great?”
“ Uh, yeah.” Steve dropped her hand and checked the scoreboard to see what the score was. “Oh, it is great! We’re ahead by twenty-one points.”
Frank shot him a look. “You weren’t paying attention to the game, were you?”
Steve looked at Catlin. “I must admit, I got sidetracked.”
Frank turned to her. “So how are you this evening, Miss McCall?”
“ I am well,” she replied, “very well.”
The principal laughed. “Good. Well, you’ve almost made it to half-time, it’s downhill from here.” He turned to Steve “Football is not her favorite sport.”
Just as Steve answered, “So I hear,” Catlin squealed,
“ Half-time! I’ve got to get back to the concession stand! Jetta’s going to kill me!” She started to jog off, but turned back to Steve “See me later for the sweater?”
He nodded . “Go, go. I know where to find you.”
“ Thanks!” She crinkled her eyes at him, and jogged back to the concession stand.
When the third quarter of the game ended, the concession stand closed. Most of the workers were out watching the game, so Catlin and Dana cleaned up. Catlin was pleased to see that Dana was a hard worker.
“ So, Miss McCall,” Dana began. “What do you think of my father?”
“ He’s very nice,” Catlin said simply.
“ You look good in his sweater,” Dana teased.
“ It was cold out there,” was all Catlin could say.
“ I think he likes you,” Dana kept after her.
J im and Jetta returned from watching the game, and changed the subject, much to Catlin’s relief. “We tried to lose it, but we hung on and won by three,” Jim reported.
“ Oh good,” Catlin wanted to keep the subject changed, even if she didn’t care who won the game. “I think we got everything cleaned up here.”
“ Great!” Jim enlisted the help of some yearbook kids and their friends to carry the concession supplies out to his truck. “I’ll drop this stuff by the school on Monday, okay?”
“ Works for me. You got the cash box, right?”
“ Got it. Goodnight Cat.”
“ Have a great weekend,” Jetta called as they walked off.
“ You too, thanks so much for your help!” She looked around and noticed Dana had disappeared. She wondered about Steve, but decided she was too tired to wait much longer. She bent down for her purse, and when she stood up, Steve was there.
“ Hello.”
“ Oh, well, hi. I about gave up on you. I’m tired and ready to go home.”
“ Sorry.” He touched the long shoulder curl again. “I had to touch base with Dave and Dana before I left.”
“ Where did Dana get to? One minute she was here, the next she was gone.”
“ Dave and his friends were going out for pizza and she’s going with them. Which leaves me all alone, and lonely.”
They started walking to ward the parking lot. Catlin yawned. “Well, like I said, I’m tired and I smell like hot dogs and popcorn. I’m going home.”
“ Okay, okay. I catch your drift. I’m still waiting on an answer to my question, though.”
They got to her car, and she pulled out her keys. Steve reached for them . “I know, I’m not going to drive.”
Grinning, she handed over the keys. He clutched them in his hand and repeated, “Answer? Question? Dinner?”
Catlin took a deep breath . “Well, you know, I think I’d like that very much. But I have a question, too, remember?” She ran one finger up the back of his hand, and lightly rubbed his wedding ring.
He nodded . “I was delicately skating past that.”
She laughed . “So you’re a mind reader now. Okay then, what’s my question?”
Steve rubbed his hands over his face, and then looked at Catlin. “How about.... am I still married?”
“ Ooh, you are a mind reader.” Catlin brushed an imagined piece of lint off